Dark Moon by Elizabeth Kelly Page B

and he yanked her down onto the blankets next to him.  He threw his leg over hers and placed one large hand on her stomach. 
    “Why is it that I keep waking to find your hand on me, Lycan?”  He rasped.
    She flushed.  “I thought you might be cold.  I was trying to be nice by building the fire up.”
    He cocked his eyebrow at her.  “You need to touch me to build the fire up?”
    “I saw the bruising.”  She raised her hand and tentatively brushed it across the swelling under his eye.  “How did this happen?  Did one of my brothers do this?”
    He shook his head.  “No.  There was a bit of a…misunderstanding at the bar between some humans and your brothers.”
    She sighed deeply.  “Tell me we’ll be able to go shopping tomorrow without a mob going after us.”
    He grinned.  “Aye, we smoothed it over.  Besides, they started it.  We were only defending ourselves.”
    “That’s usually how it happens with my brothers.”  She said sarcastically.
    His hand began to rub a slow firm circle on her flat stomach and she swallowed nervously.  “Why did James not heal you?”
    “He offered.  I declined.”  He dipped his head and buried his nose in her hair.  “Your hair smells good.”
    “Thank you.”  She whispered before clearing her throat.  “You should have allowed my brother to heal you.”
    “I’m used to pain.”  His hand moved higher and rubbed just below the swell of her breasts.  “If I allow your brother to heal me every time I’m hurt, I fear it will make me weak and,” he nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled again, “unable to handle any type of pain.”
    “That won’t happen.”  She breathed.
    “Perhaps not.”
    She was trembling and he pulled her closer, his large thigh pressing her legs into the blankets.  “Are you cold, little Lycan?  Maybe you should climb under the quilt with me.”
    She shook her head.  “That’s not a good idea.”
    “Why not?”
    “You know why.”  She murmured.  “Besides, I am not cold.”
    “Aye, the Lycans do seem to run hot.”  He bent his head and pressed his mouth against the soft skin of her throat. 
    She moaned quietly when he licked the rapidly-beating pulse he could see fluttering under her warm skin.
    “Your pulse is beating so quickly, little Lycan.”  He whispered.  “Are you afraid of me?”
    “You know I am not.”  She replied.
    “Then why do you tremble so deeply?”
    “I should go back to my bed.”  She smiled weakly at him.
    “Aye, you should.”  He brushed his mouth against hers, and she inhaled sharply and kissed him back hungrily.
    He groaned into her mouth and sucked on her tongue when she thrust it between his lips.  She lost track of how long they kissed for.  He explored her mouth with a lazy kind of need, his tongue stroking and tasting and darting in and out.  When her entire body was shaking and trembling beneath him, and she was gripping his arms so tightly her nails were digging into his skin, he pulled his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
    Her mouth was swollen and red and her dark eyes had turned the colour of jade.  Instead of being disgusted by the sight of her Lycan side, he was oddly turned on.  Her eyes turning green meant she was losing control, and there was something deep inside of him that liked it.  Liked it very much, in fact.
    His hand tightened on her ribs and then he was quickly unbuttoning the buttons to her nightshirt.  He unbuttoned it to her navel and pushed it open, baring her breasts.
    He took a deep breath, his eyes burning with lust, as he stared down at her full breasts with their hardened pink nipples.  He dipped his head and captured one nipple between his lips.  She made a soft moaning sigh, and her hands came up to tug restlessly at his hair.  He sucked hard on her nipple, pulling and tugging on it with his lips and teeth as she arched her back. 
    Sophia moaned low in her throat.  Kaden’s firm lips on her breast were